Born Into a Country in Mourning

A basketball left
on a playground half
covered in snow—the view
through the chain

link fence. A typo
in a blog entry posted late
at night—the view
through cleared morning

vision. A mannequin wears
a flowing dress with white
lilies over a background
the color of the inside

of a grapefruit—the view
across an empty plaza. The lipstick
I leave on
this ceramic coffee mug

is the only view
I can touch.

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